The inner garden.

The inner garden.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Seek not only
a mind that sings
but a heart
that flowers
and germinates.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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This is the most simple & precious message I've read in weeks here. I cannot stand the ego-filled buffoons with one goal -- to shine their own glowing stuff out on others, as if that's how to be great. Your poem speaks to the need to nurture & encourage others, becuz solo success does not sustain a people the way plural success does (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you for your generous praise Margie:)
words of eternal wisdom, Andrew! you are waxing serious these days .. great title and content .. succinct and profound .. reminds me of Kahlil Gibran's writings ;)
E.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thanks Gene I will have to look into this poet's works.
Einstein Noodle

6 Years Ago

his book "The Prophet" was well read in the 60s hippie cult fashion ;) words of peace and love
What a gently philosophical five lines! We should wrap them around us forever always.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely words emma
emmajoy

6 Years Ago

My pleasure, such truth in those words.
great combination to find...in others or within oneself.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob for your words.
Indeed, and keeps beating, too.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thanks John for stopping by.
Beautiful, poignant, and succinct. Such wise words in a small space of grace.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely words Linda

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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